SCURRY OF SQUIRRELS

SCURRY OF SQUIRRELS ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ whiskered forest kings with furry, fluffy crown their tiny paws, a blur racing up the ancient oak ears perk as they gather nuts, sun warming their backs a scurry of squirrels forms within the ancient oak their tails a-twitch, their paws a-tap upon the bark so old they chatter of buried treasures hidden ‘til days turn cold the oak, a sentinel, stands strong and tall, a witness to their chattering all day long it knows of their hoarding, keeping safe their winter’s secret store moonrise nears, and darkness falls the squirrels disperse with whispered calls, their meeting ended for another day